Daughter of Steel

Chapter Two

I've decided to add another mutation of Abi's. I've decided that she can teleport as well as her other mutations.

Okay? Okay.

The next thing I know I've moved to Charles Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters. I'm in my light bluey grey duffle coat with the darker blue top I love, with dark grey jeans and boots. My hair is styled into light brown waves, and my makeup is minimal, yet classy. Needless to say it took me a lot time to get ready this morning. But, as everyone knows, first impressions count, and I want to look good!

I walk up to the door and walk into the house with all the kids. There seems to be tons of them, ranging from about twelve to 16. Some of their mutations are visible, like the little kid in front of me who has amazing wings, pearly white and gleaming in the watery morning sunshine. Some others are less noticeable, or completely invisible, like mine.

Once I'm in, I walk through the beautiful hall until I see Charles welcoming the students. I wait until he's finished talking to a boy who looks about 12, who has the most interesting bright violet eyes.

Charles smiles at me. "Hello Abigail, I trust you found your way here safely?" He says.

"Well, yeah, I teleported here!" I reply cheekily

"Oh, yes", he says, "I forgot you could do that!"

"And", I say as I telepathically speak to him, "I can get inside your mind as well!"

"Well", Charles replies also telepathically, "I really hope you never need to Abi."

After a short conversation about the school and what classes I'll have, Charles hands me a small key, with a blue tag on it, and after consulting a list tells me that I'll be in room 237, sharing with another girl.

I grip my battered red suitcase in between my hands and teleport up to the third floor. I walk slowly up the narrow corridor, examining the portraits on the wall until I find room 237. I knock, then turn the key and walk in.

Sitting on one of the single beds, is a girl. She has light brown hair, which falls in loose waves. When she looks at me, I see that she has amazing ice blue eyes, and her complexion is creamy pale. She instantly smiles at me.

"Hey I'm Robyn Waters, what's your name?"

Oh Jesus, what should I say? If she finds out who my dad is, she could make my life miserable!

I realize that about five seconds have passed since she asked me, and I've just been standing in the middle of the room looking like an idiot! It's Robyn who eventually breaks the silence.

"Oh, don't worry, I'm a telepath too! I know who your dad is and everything, I just wanted to be polite when I asked your name! It's nice to meet you Abigail Lensherr!"

I laugh and breathe a sigh of relief, thank God she's nice!

"It's nice to meet you too, Robyn Waters!"

After chatting for a while, I find out that Robyn is one month and 6 days older than me, she loves math(weirdo), and her mutations include telepathy and super hearing. She then leaves me to unpack my stuff.

It takes me a matter of minutes to put my clothes into the small chest of drawers next to my bed. After that I make up my bed with the soft purple sheets that still smell like home, and I prop the tiny blue mouse that I've had forever up against my flowery pillow.

Then I put my books onto a small shelf, along with my sketching materials, my tapes, my lava lamp, my perfumes, makeup and my camera.

I put my silver jewellery box on my bedside table, the one that when I open it, plays a soft twinkly tune that brings tears to my eyes. Then I take a deep breath and carefully take my photos out of their bubble wrapped box. The first one is a tall frame, filled with a strip of photos me and my best friend Odi, in a photo booth, pulling stupid faces. The second one is a picture of my old cat Spot, who was the sweetest creature that ever lived.

I'm choking back tears as I lift out the last picture, hands shaking. It's in a fancy silver frame, and is split into two sides. On one side is a picture of me and my dad, smiling on a bench in London. Then on the other side is a Polaroid that I snapped of him when he wasn't looking. It's a great picture, he's smiling and the sun is shining onto his face.

Then I sit down on my bed and breathe out. I look around my room as I flop on my sheets. It's not much, but it's all I have right now.